You want two heads on you bodyAnd you've got two mirrors in your hand.Priests are made of brick with gold crosses on a stickAnd your nose is too small for this land.Inside your room your jailInside your mouth the elephants trunk and booze,Inside your head is your townThe only key to your bailCoda:

Want two heads on your bodyAnd you've got two mirrors in your handTwo heads can be put together.

And you can fill both your feet with sand.Noone will know you've gutted your mindYour lions are fighting with chairs,But what will you do with your bloody hands?Your women are tired of dying aliveYour arms are incredibly fat;If you've had any women at that.Wearing your comb like an ax in your head

List'ning for signs of life;Children are sucking on stone and leadAnd chasing their hoops with a knife;Keep them polished and shining;New breasts and jewels for the girl,For no child of mine. (Go to CodaPut a lock on her belly at night, sweet life,